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			<title>Oldman</title>
			<description>My skin is raw.Salty tears have begun to searValleys in pink skin.My insides burnbut not like they have been scalded with waterMore like the strings I keep insideTo make musicHave rubbed on all my organsAnd chaffed holes in themI picture your body now as a smooth rock wrapped in pale cloth.Your orga..</description>
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			<title>Home Sweet Home</title>
			<description>My bedroom door has bars on it.Deadlocks at every entrance to this prison.All the other inmates scream&amp;nbsp;with bits of me in their mouths and under their nails.Forensics uncover DNA that matched all the victimsOur blood flows the same waynoses grow with snake nostrilsVicious fights breakoutSometim..</description>
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			<title>How We Saved You</title>
			<description>We all cling to parts of you-Your hair, your eyes, your laughUse them as cuttings&amp;nbsp;Stem and root,Frantically plant them.If you were an ember&amp;nbsp;We would feed you the very air we breathInstead- We submerge you in our strongest muscle,&amp;nbsp;use our flesh as soil.The pieces of you we desperately ..</description>
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			<title>Sirens.</title>
			<description>Sirenswailing through the night,fists knock on doorsshaking residents from sleep.His knock on boneshaking them from socket.Her body crumples,when the words tumble&amp;nbsp;out of an officers mouthand punch her in the stomach.They wedge awkwardly in her ears,slowly begin to melt into her skin,filling eve..</description>
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			<title>Dead Bird.</title>
			<description>My cat prefers my mother.</description>
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